I woke up this morning with the terrible thought that it was Monday. No, surely not. It must be Tuesday. Tuesday is alright. Tuesday is the best day. I have never done anything wrong on a Tuesday. It was on Monday that I did it. And perhaps on other days, too. But not on Tuesday. Tuesday is a good day. I would never do anything like that on a Tuesday. How I wish that every day could be a Tuesday!

If every day were a Tuesday I wouldn’t see that terrible picture, that image, that appearance that I fear, that snake coming to me with an apple in its mouth, between its fangs, tempting me, challenging me, changing me.

On Tuesday everything is fine. I don’t know why - but I am happy on a Tuesday. I know that I won’t do anything bad on a Tuesday. I might on other days - but not on a Tuesday.

I don’t understand it. It makes no sense. This world makes no sense. Life makes no sense. Why should I feel free on a Tuesday, but not on other days, especially not on a Monday?

It’s because of what happened on that Monday. I am afraid that it might happen again. But not on Tuesday. I have never done any wrong on a Tuesday. I am as perfect as it is possible to be on a Tuesday. I might even have been made a saint if every day were a Tuesday. Every other day I fear. I don’t know what I might do. I know that I couldn’t stop it. But not on a Tuesday, I would never do any wrong, would never hurt anyone, would never sink into evil - not on a Tuesday. Why can’t every day be a Tuesday?

Sometimes we seek for meaning. I do. But I can’t find it. That snake that haunts me six days a week. Why doesn’t it come on a Tuesday? I don’t know. All I know is that I am safe on a Tuesday. And anyone who might be with me is safe on a Tuesday - but not on any other day. Certainly not on a Monday.

I have just looked Tuesday up on Wikipedia. It says: “Tuesday is the day of the week between Monday and Wenesday.” - well, I knew that. “According to international standard ISO 8601, Monday is the first day of the week; thus Tuesday is the second day of the week. According to many traditional calendars, however, Sunday is the first day of the week, so Tuesday is the third day of the week. In some Muslim countries, Saturday is the first day of the week and thus Tuesday is the fourth day of the week.”

That is wonderful. I could so arrange life that three days in the week are all Tuesdays. Then there would only be four days to worry about. Maybe things are looking up! But wait. It means that there could also be three Mondays in the week. Then what would I do?

But today is Tuesday. It has to be. All is well today!

I met a man just now. I said to him: “What a lovely Tuesday it is!”

“No!” he said, smiling. “You’ve jumped a day friend. It’s not Tuesday. It’s Monday.”

And that is why I killed him.